[But if I could fold time, I could go back and give myself another week to write this syllabus!... also belatedly realizing that Aurus already knew that Charles had a sister because BP & banana sandwiches, whoops]
Aurus had to laugh. From what he knew thus far, Charles seemed nothing at all like that to him. He was circumspect, cautious, focused on his students before himself. Perhaps it was just a matter of age and maturity since those younger days he and Hank had first met, Aurus speculated, but based on their meeting the night before...
He could both imagine what Hank was describing and also he couldn't. There was, he felt, something else going on here too though, something he didn't quite have a hold on yet.
So he remarked in passing on the waffles while he tried to puzzle it out. "You're all very fond of sweet foods here, aren't you?" Not a complaint, just an observation. Actually, he was enjoying the waffle quite well (he hadn't gotten to the toast yet).
"What I don't understand," he continued presently, having sorted out where the missing piece of information seemed to lie, "is why someone's status as a mutant is a cause for that sort of secrecy among colleagues to begin with. I know how inclined some humans are to keep private matters private, but I have the sense that this goes beyond that. And Charles did mention that there's some factionalism where mutation is concerned.
"I suppose I don't quite see how you help yourselves by retreating from the world. Or is the idea to gather together and consolidate yourselves, build a common culture and society as your own race? But even then it's hard to see how the secrecy helps you... Unless the goal, on the contrary, is to reduce your differences from other humans until they all but vanish."
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also belatedly realizing that Aurus already knew that Charles had a sister because BP & banana sandwiches, whoops]Aurus had to laugh. From what he knew thus far, Charles seemed nothing at all like that to him. He was circumspect, cautious, focused on his students before himself. Perhaps it was just a matter of age and maturity since those younger days he and Hank had first met, Aurus speculated, but based on their meeting the night before...
He could both imagine what Hank was describing and also he couldn't. There was, he felt, something else going on here too though, something he didn't quite have a hold on yet.
So he remarked in passing on the waffles while he tried to puzzle it out. "You're all very fond of sweet foods here, aren't you?" Not a complaint, just an observation. Actually, he was enjoying the waffle quite well (he hadn't gotten to the toast yet).
"What I don't understand," he continued presently, having sorted out where the missing piece of information seemed to lie, "is why someone's status as a mutant is a cause for that sort of secrecy among colleagues to begin with. I know how inclined some humans are to keep private matters private, but I have the sense that this goes beyond that. And Charles did mention that there's some factionalism where mutation is concerned.
"I suppose I don't quite see how you help yourselves by retreating from the world. Or is the idea to gather together and consolidate yourselves, build a common culture and society as your own race? But even then it's hard to see how the secrecy helps you... Unless the goal, on the contrary, is to reduce your differences from other humans until they all but vanish."